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glaring； but it would certainly deter most kindred of the lesser dead from venturing out。
nevertheless； they walked carefully up to the village； swords loose； sabriel with a hand to her bells。 the path wound up in a series of steps carved from the rock； reinforced here and there with bricks and mortar。 the village proper nestled on top of the bluff鈥攁bout thirty cozy brick cottages； with wood…tile roofs； some painted bright colors； some dull； and some simply grey and weatherbeaten。
it was pletely silent； save for the odd gust of wind； or the mournful cry of a gull； slipping down through the air above。 sabriel and touchstone drew closer together； walking almost shoulder…to…shoulder up what passed for a main street； swords out now； eyes flickering across closed doors and shuttered windows。
both felt uneasy； nervous鈥攁 nasty； tingling； creeping sensation climbing up from spine； to nape of neck； to forehead charter mark。
sabriel also felt the presence of dead things。
lesser dead； hiding from sunlight； lurking somewhere nearby； in house or cellar。
at the end of the main street； on the highest point of the bluff； a charter stone stood on a patch of carefully tended lawn。 half of the stone had been sheared away； pieces broken and tumbled； dark stone on green turf。 a body lay in front of the stone； hands and feet bound； the gaping cut across the throat a clear sign of where the blood had e from鈥攖he blood for the sacrifice that broke the stone。
sabriel knelt by the corpse； eyes averted from the broken stone。 it was only recently ruined； she felt； but already the door to death was creaking open。 she could almost feel the cold of the currents beyond； leaking out around the stone； sucking warmth and life from the air。
things lurked there too； she knew； just beyond the border。 she sensed their hunger for life； their impatience for night to fall。
as she expected； the corpse was of a charter mage； dead but three or four days。 but she hadn鈥檛 expected to find the dead person was a woman。
wide shoulders and a muscular build had deceived her for a moment； but there was a middleaged woman before her； eyes shut； throat cut； short brown hair caked with sea salt and blood。
鈥渢he village healer；鈥潯aid mogget； indicating a bracelet on her wrist with his nose。 sabriel pushed the rope bindings aside for a better look。 the bracelet was bronze with inlaid charter marks of greenstone。 dead marks now； for blood dried upon the bronze； and no pulse beat in the skin under the metal。
鈥渟he was killed three or four days ago；鈥�
sabriel announced。 鈥渢he stone was broken at the same time。鈥�
touchstone looked back at her and nodded grimly； then resumed watching the houses opposite。 his swords hung loosely in his hands； but sabriel noticed that his entire body was tense； like a pressed jack…in…the…box； ready to spring。
鈥渨hoever 。 。 。 whatever 。 。 。 killed her and broke the stone； didn鈥檛 enslave her spirit；鈥�
sabriel added quietly； as if thinking to herself。
鈥渋 wonder why？鈥�
neither mogget nor touchstone answered。
for a moment； sabriel considered asking the woman herself； but her impetuous desire for journeys into death had been soundly dampened by recent experience。 instead； she cut the woman鈥檚 bonds； and arranged her as best she could； ending up with a sort of curled…up sleeping position。
鈥渋 don鈥檛 know your name； healer；鈥潯abriel whispered。 鈥渂ut i hope you go quickly beyond the final gate。 farewell。鈥�
she stood back and drew the charter marks for the funeral pyre above the corpse； whispering the names of the marks as she did so鈥攂ut her fingers fumbled and words went awry。 the baleful influence of the broken stone pressed against her； like a wrestler gripping her wrists； clamping her jaw。 sweat beaded on her forehead； and pain shot through her limbs； her hands shaking with effort； tongue clumsy； seeming swollen in her suddenly dry mouth。
then she felt assistance e； strength flowing through her； reinforcing the marks； steadying her hands； clearing her voice。 she pleted the litany； and a spark exploded above the woman； became a twisting flame； then grew to a fierce； white…hot blaze that spread the length of the woman鈥檚 body； totally consuming it； to leave only ash； light cargo for the sea winds。
the extra strength came through touchstone鈥檚 hand； his open palm lightly resting on her shoulder。
as she straightened up； the touch was lost。
when sabriel turned around； touchstone was just drawing his right…hand sword； eyes fixed on the houses鈥攁s if he鈥檇 had nothing to do with helping her。
鈥渢hank you；鈥潯aid sabriel。 touchstone was a strong charter mage； perhaps as strong as she was。 this surprised her； though she couldn鈥檛 think why。 he鈥檇 made no secret of being a charter mage鈥攕he鈥檇 just assumed he would only know a few of the more fighting…related marks and spells。 petty magics。
鈥渨e should move on；鈥潯aid mogget； prowling backwards and forwards in agitation； carefully avoiding the fragments from the broken stone。
鈥渇ind a boat； and put to sea before nightfall。鈥�
鈥渢he harbor is that way；鈥潯ouchstone added quickly； pointing with his sword。 both he and the cat seemed very keen to leave the area around the broken stone； thought sabriel。 but then； so was she。 even in bright daylight； it seemed to dull the color around it。 the lawn was already more yellow than green； and even the shadows looked thicker and more abundant than they should。 she shivered； remembering cloven crest and the thing called thralk。
the harbor lay on the northern side of the bluff； reached by another series of steps in the rocky hill； or in the case of cargo； via one of the shear…legged hoists that lined the edge of the bluff。 long wooden jetties thrust out into the clear blue…green water； sheltered under the lee of a rocky island； a smaller sibling of the village bluff。 a long breakwater of huge boulders joined island and shore； pleting the harbor鈥檚 protection from wind and wave。
there were no boats moored in the harbor； tied up to the jetties； or at the harbor wall。 not even a dinghy； hauled up for repair。 sabriel stood on the steps； looking down； mind temporarily devoid of further plans。 she just watched the swirl of the sea around the barnacled piles of the jetties； the moving shadows in the blue； marking small fish schooling about their business。
mogget sat near her feet； sniffing the air； silent。
touchstone stood higher； behind her； guarding the rear。
鈥渨hat now？鈥潯sked sabriel； generally indicating the empty harbor below； her arm moving with the same rhythm as the swell； in its perpetual tilt against wood and stone。
鈥渢here are people on the island；鈥潯ogget said； eyes slitted against the wind。 鈥渁nd boats tied up between the two outcrops of rock on the southwest。鈥�
sabriel looked； but saw nothing； till she extracted the telescope from the pack on touchstone鈥檚 back。 he stood pletely still while she ferreted around； silent as the empty village。 playing wooden again； sabriel thought； but she didn鈥檛 really mind。 he was being helpful； without metaphorically tugging his forelock every few minutes。
through the telescope； she saw that mogget was right。 there were several boats partly hidden between two spurs of rock； and some slight signs of habitation： a glimpse of a washing line； blown around the corner of a tall rock； the momentary sight of movement between two of the six or seven ramshackle wooden buildings that nestled on the island鈥檚 south…western side。
shifting her gaze to the breakwater； sabriel followed its length。 as she鈥檇 half expected； there was a gap in the very middle of it； where the sea rushed through with considerable force。 a pile of timber on the island side of the breakwater indicated that there had once been a bridge there； now removed。
鈥渋t looks like the villagers fled to the island；鈥�
she said； shutting the telescope down。 鈥渢here鈥檚 a gap in the breakwater； to keep running water between the island and shore。 an ideal defense against the dead。 i don鈥檛 think even a mordicant would risk crossing deep tidal water鈥斺��
鈥渓et鈥檚 go then；鈥潯uttered touchstone。 he sounded nervous again； jumpy。 sabriel looked at him； then above his head； and saw why he was nervous。 clouds were rolling in from the southeast； behind the village鈥攄ark clouds； laden with rain。 the air was calm； but now she saw the clouds； sabriel recognized it was the calm before heavy rain。 the sun would not be guarding them for very much longer and night would be an early guest。
without further urging； she set off down the steps； down to the harborside； then along to the breakwater。 touchstone followed more slowly； turning every few steps to watch the rear。 mogget did likewise； his small cat…face continually looking back； peering up at the houses。
behind them； shutters inched open and fleshless eyes watched from the safety of shadows； watched the trio marching out to the breakwater； still washed in harsh sunlight； flanked by swiftmoving waves of terrible water。 rotten； corroded teeth ground and gnashed in skeletal mouths。
farther back from the windows； shadows darker than ones ever cast by light whirled in frustration； anger鈥攁nd fear。 they all knew who had passed。
one such shadow； selected by lot and pelled by its peers； gave up its existence in life with a silent scream； vanishing into death。 their master was many； many leagues away； and the quickest way to reach him lay in death。 of course； message delivered； the messenger would fall through the gates to a final demise。 but the master didn鈥檛 care about that。
the gap in the breakwater proved to be at least fifteen feet wide； and the water was twice sabriel鈥檚 height； the sea surging through with a rough aggression。 it was also covered by archers from the island； as they discovered when an arrow struck the stones in front of them and skittered off into the sea。
instantly； touchstone rushed in front of sabriel； and she felt the flow of charter magic from him； his swords sketching a great circle in the air in front of them both。 glowing lines followed the swords鈥櫋ath； till a shining circle hung in the air。
four arrows curved through the air from the island。 one； striking the circle； simply vanished。
the other three missed pletely； striking stones or sea。
鈥渁rrow ward；鈥潯asped touchstone。 鈥渆ffective； but hard to keep going。 do we retreat？鈥�
鈥渘ot yet；鈥潯eplied sabriel。 she could feel the dead stirring in the village behind them and she could also see the archers now。 there were four of them； two pairs； each behind one of the large； upthrust stones that marked where the breakwater joined the island。 they looked young； nervous and were already proven to be of little threat。
鈥渉old！鈥潯houted sabriel。 鈥渨e are friends！鈥�
there was no reply； but the archers didn鈥檛 loose their nocked arrows。
鈥渨hat鈥檚 the village leader鈥檚 title鈥攗sually； i mean？ what are they called？鈥潯abriel whispered hurriedly to touchstone； once again wishing she knew more about the old kingdom and its customs。
鈥渋n my day 。 。 。鈥潯ouchstone replied slowly； his swords retracing the arrow ward； attention mostly on that； 鈥渋n my day鈥攅lder鈥攆or this size of village。鈥�
鈥渨e wish to speak with your elder！鈥潯houted sabriel。 she pointed at the cloud…front advancing behind her； and added； 鈥渂efore darkness falls！鈥�
鈥渨ait！鈥潯ame the answer； and one of the archers scampered back from the rocks； up towards the buildings。 closer to； sabriel realized they were probably boathouses or something like that。
the archer returned in a few minutes； an older man hobbling over the rocks behind him。 the other three archers； seeing him； lowered their bows and returned shafts to quivers。 touchstone； seeing this； ceased to maintain the arrow ward。 it hung in the air for a moment； then dissipated； leaving a momentary rainbow。
the elder was named in fact； as well as title； they saw； as he limped along the breakwater。 long white hair blew like fragile cobwebs around his thin； wrinkled face； and he moved with the deliberate intention of the very old。 he seemed unafraid； perhaps possessed of the disinterested courage of one already close to death。
鈥渨ho are you？鈥潯e asked； when he reached the gap； standing above the swirling waters like some prophet of legend； his deep orange cloak flapping around him from the rising breeze。
鈥渨hat do you want？鈥�
sabriel opened her mouth to answer； but touchstone had already started to speak。 loudly。
鈥渋 am touchstone； sworn swordsman for the abhorsen； who stands before you。 are arrows your wele for such folk as we？鈥�
the old man was silent for a moment； his deep…set eyes focused on sabriel； as if he could strip away any falsity or illusion by sight alone。
sabriel met his gaze； but out of the corner of her mouth she whispered to touchstone。
鈥渨hat makes you think you can speak for me？ wouldn鈥檛 a friendly approach be better？ and since when are you my sworn鈥斺��
she stopped； as the old man cleared his throat to speak and spat into the water。 for a moment； she thought that this was his response； but as neither the archers nor touchstone reacted； it was obviously of no account。
鈥渢hese are bad